Somewhere, a coin flipped lands on its side.
Somewhere, a drop of water saves a life.
Somewhere, a pebble stops a landslide.
Maybe someone believed hard enough.
Maybe everything is secretly fair.
Maybe the price was already paid.
Yesterday I was cold and hungry and wanted to run away.
Today I will believe enough.
Today a pebble will stop a landslide.
I will not fall today.

Trouble is, you can work your way out of depression.
You need to FORCE yourself to do stuff. Working out or going out is good advice, but you need to force yourself to do it.
Wallowing in depression only leads to worse depression, you have to WORK at being happy again.

I've been there, at a time when I saw no light and felt that I would never be happy again. And I teeter on the verge of feeling like that again nearly every day. I had to FORCE myself to do normal stuff. I had to FORCE myself to get out of bed, I had to FORCE myself to shower and eat and do everyday things.

Is it easy? Hell no. It's the hardest thing I've ever done.
Did it work? Yes.

You won't make friends when you're depressed because you're a drag, and people feel awkward around you, especially if they can't relate because they don't know how to react. Do you want sympathy? Do you want a hug? What are they supposed to do? They know you'll see through fake sympathy so the natural reaction is to remove themselves from the situation.
Maybe you'll be lucky and find someone who wants to help you, but don't count on it.

WORK at making yourself happy again. FORCE yourself to do the things that made you happy before, and one day you'll find that you're not so miserable anymore, and life is looking just a little better.

I have numerous problems with the statements made by that anon but the one that made me stop it is when they said you have to know somebody and be good at interviews to get a job. There are millions of jobs with the only qualifications being passing a drug test (once) and being able to read/write/speak the common language of the area. Are they good jobs? No, but they are a start. Getting one of these menial jobs means dealing with some really trashy, shitty people but it's money in your pocket and it's social interaction. I have been working at a pizza place for 4 years now and I can genuinely say that the job kept me from killing myself for the middle two years. I met all kinds of people I could easily have become friends with and the only reason I didn't is because I prefer to maintain a professional distance from my colleagues. This is mostly because a lot of the people I worked with were degenerates, drug addicts and dealers, but I could be friends with them if I were desperate for companionship. I just didn't want to adjust my lifestyle or interests to suit spending more time with those people.